The Golden Compass
Chapter One Did the gold remember the shape of the lie before the crack appeared? Hamisi Mwinyi stood in the shadow of the ancestral compound, the slate hills of the highland market town pressing in like a closed fist, while the wind tore at the shallow thatched roofs with a sound like tearing cloth. He was twelve, an apprentice to the silversmith, his hands stained with acid, watching his...
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